"Yes. It's perfect." She puts the bun back in place. "But your flirting trick didn't completely work. She forgot the cup and the straw."
"That's because you asked for that, not me." I smile, then take a big bite of my burger.
"Whatever," she mumbles, picking up a fry.
She eats fries one at a time, whereas I grab several and eat them all at once. That's why we always shared an order. It would take Willow forever to finish a basket of fries on her own, eating them one at a time like that.
I wonder if she shares her fries when she goes out with other guys. I try not to think about that. Thinking about her with another guy makes me angry and I never get angry. Except when it comes to Willow. She brings out all my emotions. The good, the bad, the in-between. This girl gets to me the way no one else can.
When I left two years ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever see her again, and now, working for her parents, I'll see her every day.
This is going to be a very interesting summer.